A room without books is like a body without a soul.
Growing up there was always a bookshelf or stack of books in every single room in the house. While both my parents loved reading, it was Dad who was the real bookworm. All four of us kids inherited that same book hunger (well, my brother a little less so - he's more like mom and is constantly on the move) and are pretty voracious readers. We all have our own niche interests and Dad is no different; his books are generally non-fiction history, military, religious, Japan-themed or political... though occasionally he'll surprise you.
Longfellow's complete poems circa 1915.
What a gem.